AN AMERICAN FLAG
Oddly still, posted in gray dusty sand.
WIDEN TO REVEAL:
EXT. LUNAR SURFACE - THE MOON
One small step for man, one large pile of garbage for moon-
kind. Untouched for years, the flag stands next to the
castoff remains of the Apollo mission. Slowly the discarded
equipment begins to RATTLE and SHAKE.
AN ENORMOUS SHADOW creeps towards us blotting out the horizon,
a loud RUMBLE is heard.
Suddenly we are covered in DARKNESS as the SHADOW engulfs us.
Only the lonely image of our EARTH hangs in the air, until a
huge silhouetted OBJECT suddenly blocks our view.
EXT. NEW MEXICO - RADIO TELESCOPE VALLEY - NIGHT
A field of large satellite dishes scan the skies.
S.E.T.I. INSTITUTE, NEW MEXICO
INT. INSTITUTE - MONITORING CONTROL CENTER - SAME
A lone TECHNICIAN works on his putting skills. Behind him,
wall to wall technical equipment quietly sifts through data.
A RED LIGHT begins to flash.
The Technician turns and slowly walks towards the source. One
by one a series of LIGHTS turn on. The Technician (TECH ONE)
grabs a pair of headphones. His eyes widen.
INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS - SAME
Sleepily a SUPERVISOR picks up the phone.
If this isn't an insanely
beautiful woman, I'm hanging up.
INT. CONTROL CENTER - SAME
Shut up and listen.
He holds the phone up to a speaker, increases the volume. A
strange FLUCTUATING TONE plays out in sequential patterns.
INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS - SAME
HEARING it, the Supervisor BOLTS UP, banging his head on the
bunk above him.
INT. CONTROL CENTER - MOMENTS LATER
A pajama party on acid. Five other technicians, in various
states of undress, hover anxiously around the main console.
The Supervisor enters, tying his robe.
God, I hope it's not just another
damned Russian spy job.
Negative. Computer affirms the
signal is unidentified.
(hanging up the phone)
The boy from Air Res Traffic say the
skies are clear. No terrestrial
It's the real thing. A radio
signal from another world.
The room becomes quiet as they realize that after years of
searching the heavens, they might have finally found
Let's not jump the gun. Run a
trajectory source computation.
Tech Three slides over to another computer.
I want to know exactly where it's
This can't be right.
Tech Three just stares at his screen in disbelief.
Calculated distance from source is
at three hundred and eight five
(turning to Supervisor)
It's coming from the moon.
The Supervisor reaches over and turns up the volume on the
speaker. As they listen to the strange TONES we...
INT. HALLWAY - PENTAGON - SAME
Elevator doors OPENS revealing four star GENERAL GREY,
Commander in Chief U.S. Space Command. Understandably
nervous, the COMMANDING OFFICER escorts him down the hall.
Who else knows about this?
S.E.T.I. in New Mexico identified a
signal but they're even more
confused than we are.
The General shoots him a disapproving glance.
Excuse me, Sir.
He slides his security card through the lock and the doors fly
INT. SPACE COMMAND - THE PENTAGON - CONTINUOUS
Banks of computers, Technicians and assistants working
feverishly through the night. The Officers cross the room.
SPACE COMMAND - THE PENTAGON
Satellite reception has been
impaired but we were able to get
They arrive at a glass table. The surrounding officers snap
to attention as a SECOND OFFICER quickly brings over a large
transparency. We SEE a grainy image of a large vague OBJECT.